Spurned

In the stillness, I was with you, feeling you, kissing you as only I could. On every moment, I hung to them. The rising of your chest, the beating of your heart, the smile on your lips-they all told me that you were really there, but they lied. The dawn awakened me, the air around me faded and the dream flushed away. Maybe this is the dream, maybe I can awaken from this nightmare and still be beside you. You, my angel, can you not still feel my arms as they held you close? Can you not taste the fervent kiss I place on your lips? Can you not understand that I want with everything my soul possesses to make things the way they were? Can you not love me again?

Once, I heard you call out my name; with passion and joy you told me that you had fallen in love with me, but those were only words. The feelings in your heart spurned me; you lied, oh but they were the best of lies. Still, I grabbed for every fleeting moment I could with you. I knew somewhere that you had become distant, your thoughts had turned from me, your feelings changed. You told me there was no other, but indeed there was, it was called greed. I had nothing to offer and you still insisted on having everything. You always wanted more and my heart was not good enough.

My final words to you, I spoke in passion. Filling my heart with all the emotion I could muster, I sang you a sonnet that only the angels could have interpreted any fairer. Yet you resolved your heart against me and your ears did listen no more. The silence lied, your mouth spoke not, but your actions said all.

And my heart now lies each time I sleep, for your image is forever engraved there beneath the folds of anger, hatred and guile. I tell others of my treacherous past, but still my heart beats in time with yours. My joy is not in myself, it is as it always has been in making you happy. Lost am I to the lies, am haunted by them and one day they will disappear when another comes and lies to me once again.